The next day was more of the same in terms of classes. Ash attended his school life, with nobody the wiser that his Spa club was in reality, a trap for the most attractive girls and teachers at the Academy. As school session ended and day turned to dusk, one of Ash's teacher was currently out for a run around the school's jogging track. Donning her usual white sports bra and matching gym shorts, Bea sat down on one of the nearby bleachers for a quick water break. Taking off her headset she used to listen to her workout music, Bea reached for one of the candy bars she brought when she was approached by one of her homeroom students.
"Ah, Lillie! Nice to see you! I figured you'd be heading over to tend to the school garden." Bea smiled at her student, the young blonde babe waving kindly as she approached.
"Sorry to bother you on your time off, miss Bea." Lillie apologized. "But I was curious about something."
"Oh it's fine, girl. And don't bother with all that formal crap while school's out. Just call me Bea." The tanned teacher assured her student, the young teacher fine with being lax off hours. "What did you want to talk about?"
"Well, it's just that I was curious. How how could someone like me work to have as perfect a body as you?" Lillie asked, sitting down next to her teacher.
"Oh, well that's an interesting question." Bea chuckled, surprised by Lillie's question, yet not offended by her curiosity. "It's a huge commitment. Sticking to a diet, tracking your exercise routines. Keeping vigilant on maintaining a good self esteem. I've been hard at work to keep myself at peak physical shape, even though I left professional karate years ago. But I don't think you need to worry about all that. You look very cute and attractive as is."
"I mean, it's just your thighs, your hips, and even your cute butt. They're just so...perfect!" Lillie continued.
Surprised by such a blunt statement, the martial arts teacher quickly looking around to see if they had anyone nearby who could be listening, returning her focus to the blonde teen next to her after seeing the coast was clear.
"Well, I'm truly flattered that you see my body in that high of standing, I'm not sure that's a conversation you should be having with a teacher, sweetheart." Bea sharply whispered, flattered but keeping it professional to save face.
"What's wrong with that? We're both girls. It's not like one of the boys to asking you these questions." Lillie responded.
"Yeah, I suppose that's true." Bea sighed, admitting Lillie was correct. "I have grown tired of the boys ogling over me in class. All it takes is one wrong move, one misunderstanding. That's all it would take for me to lose my job here. That's why I can't be having those boys getting frisky with me when I'm teaching self defense lessons. Even now as of recent, I've been having to find other spots to train in secret, otherwise, the boys start oogling me. It's already amazing luck that nobody else is using this training field right now."
"Have you heard of Ash's female only spa club?" Lillie asked her teacher.
"I thought I heard something about that from the Principal. Who would've thought that a boy your age would host a club catering to the schoolgirls and women on staff." Bea said to herself, recalling something Sycamore had said to the staff earlier in the day. "Apparently Cynthia and Nessa are supervisors, so it's nice to know no guys will be getting frisky or peeping."
"You seem stressed. Why don't you go there and get a massage?" Lillie offered. "It worked wonders for me!"
"Thank you, Lillie, but I should really get back to my workout session now." Bea declined, ready to get up from her seat.
"Oh, but hold on! Maybe this will convince you." Lillie said, holding the mind controlling headphones up, resting it on Bea's head.
"Hey! What are you...doing..." Bea asked, only for her voice to drift off as the headset began relaying direct instructions, putting the teacher in a trance state.
"Follow Lillie...Follow her to me...you want to come to me..."
Without a word, Bea obediently followed Lillie back into the school. As the teacher was left enthralled by the headset, the music playing in it began to implant subconscious suggestions into her mind, one's Bea would soon discover as Lillie opened the door to the Spa Club, locking it behind her, trapping Bea inside.
Taking the mind programming headphones off her homeroom teacher's head, Lillie took her leave, stepping into the communal shower room next door. Moments later, Bea began to come to, her eyes blinking as she studied her new surroundings, wondering where she was.
"Where...where am I?" She asked, still getting her barrings. "Why am I here all of the sudden? Lillie put those headphones on me, and now I'm here..."
"You're in my domain now, gorgeous." A voice called from behind her. "Why don't you turn around so I can see that perfect bod from the front?"
Turning to see who was talking, Bea gasped as she noticed Ash sitting down on a massage table, with Cynthia straddling her teenage student, the pair completely naked.
"Cynthia! What the hell do you think you're doing with that student?!" Bea shouted.
"Whatever he wants me to do..!" Cynthia moaned, gyrating on her Master's pelvis. "Isn't that right, baby?"
"That's right, my little fuck slave." Ash grinned, kissing Cynthia on her collarbone.
"What do you think your doing?!" Bea demanded. "That's your student, you crazy bitch! You wanna get fired?! Or worse?!"
"Calm down, Bea. Nobody knows I'm my precious student's sex slave. Not even that idiot Sycamore who let us use this room for our 'downtime'." Cynthia chuckled as her Master began to suckle on her tits. "Besides, you came down here for a reason, didn't you? That angelic voice in the headphones...beckoning you to join us..."
Bea had now realized that she was no longer wearing the headphones. During her time wearing them, most of her brief time wearing them was a blur, but she could recall a calming, yet commanding voice, requesting her down here, in this room.
"Were those your headphones, Ash?" Bea asked. "What's all this about?! Explain!"
"My dear teacher. So proud, so defiant. You are a lucky lady, because I chose you to be my next sex slave to break. Soon you'll join Cynthia, Lillie, and all my other slaves as obedient little puppets, all at my command." Ash grinned deviously, laying out his intentions blatantly.
Putting the pieces together, Bea now realized that Cynthia was under Ash's control, though she didn't understand how he did it. Though that didn't matter the most to her. All Bea cared about was teaching another lesson to yet another pervy teenager.
"Like hell you are!" Bea shouted, her intent to place herself into a fighting stance.
Yet her body didn't seem to respond. In fact, besides her eyes and lips moving, Bea just now realized that she'd been standing flat as a plank the whole time. She wanted to raise her fists up in defiance, yet they didn't so much as budge. She wanted to move her legs so she could try and charge at the couple, but her feet remained rooted.
"What the?!" Bea gasped, confused and slightly frightened. "What did you do to me, you bastard?!"
"Are you sure it's me, Bea?" Ash asked smugly. "Are you sure you're just not curious about all this? Maybe you want to see what's so amazing about being my slave? That's why you came here, isn't it?"
"What?! You're outta your mind if you think-" Bea growled at the student.
"Well, if you wanted to fight me, I'm sure with your skills, I'd be laid out flat already." Ash jested. "No, you came down here for a reason. You heard from Lillie how great my spa club is, and you wanted to get a massage for yourself. Please, come over here so we can release all that stress for you."
Suddenly, Bea's body began to move, carrying the toned teacher over to the massage table where Ash and Cynthia sat, all without Bea doing anything of her own accord.
"What the hell is this?!" The tanned woman panicked, watching helplessly as her body moved on its own.
"My my. It looks like she really is interested in your massage, Master!" Cynthia hummed enthusiastically, letting herself off the table.
"She does seem eager to get started." Ash chuckled, only to notice his captive teacher's clothing. "Oh, but this can't do. We need you fully undressed so we can give you the full course deal, miss Bea. Please, strip down naked for us."
Suddenly, Bea's hands reached for her gym shorts, pulling them down, all while Bea helplessly watched, a prisoner in her own body. Bea watched in distraught as her arms moved up next, pulling off her tight sports bra, her firm d cup breasts jiggling from the removal of the garment.
"What the hell is this?!" She asked them, only to realize she was now completely naked, yet completely incapable of covering herself up, despite wanting to. "Don't you dare look at me, you perv. I'll kill you!"
"So feisty! I like that..! And I'm sure you'll like this." Ash smiled, reaching to grab Bea's firm tits in his hand.
Bea remained completely paralyzed there, helplessly watching as her student began to fondle her body, his fingers making swirling motions around her nipples. Suddenly, the teenager leaned in to plant a kiss on her lips. Feeling his soft lips touch her own, Bea's eyes widened. She last left shocked by the advance, so much so she didn't even try to resist, even in the form of trying to bite him.
Ash's kisses then began to trail from her lips down to her neck, and then to her collar bone. Bea watched as the young man continued, too surprised to say anything. Finally, Ash's lips reached her nipples, the young man's mouth wrapping around her right tit. Bea could only stand helplessly, watching blankly, with rage mixed in with her confusion. Suddenly, Bea noticed that Cynthia was coming to suckle her as well.
"Cynthia! Stop this madness! Whatever spell he has you under, you can break it! You're the strongest woman I know!" Bea pleaded, watching as the duo continued nursing on her breasts.
"You just don't get it, do you, Bea? I love being this way! I love obeying my Master's every word." Cynthia smiled, her eyes looking up at Bea from her bust. "And soon enough, you will too."
"I'd like to see him try!" Bea laughed, her proud nature still strong as ever.
"Well, I think I got a good feel for your body type. Why don't you lay down on your stomach, slave?" Ash asked Bea, the tanned teacher's body once again moving on its own.
"What the hell have you done to me, you pervert?!" Bea asked as she laid down on the massage table, her nude back facing up towards the roof. "I demand you give me back control over my body!"
"That's something only you can do, slave." Ash informed Bea as he squirted massage oil into his hands. "You came here. It only makes sense you want this. I bet as soon I'm done with this massage, your body and mind together will realize you want this."
Getting up on the table himself, Ash brushed his pelvis up against Bea's rump, the tanned teacher feeling her student's erect shaft pressed against her butt.
"You're loving this, aren't you you pervert?" Bea asked, desperate to find some way to belittle Ash.
"More than you know, slave." Ash chuckled, his hands rubbing the massage oil into Bea's skin.
Feeling Ash's gentle, yet assertive touch, Bea somehow found herself quiet, just waiting silently as Ash's deft hands continued exploring her exposed back side, sticking the the middle of her back for the most part. As his hands continued working out stressed muscles, Bea finally found the words to speak up.
"You know for a dirty little pervert, you're not too bad at giving massages." Bea absentmindedly smiled, dropping some of her pride to compliment Ash without knowing it until after she said it.
"Wait, why am I giving this asshole a compliment?! He did something to me, but I'll break through it somehow. And when I do, he's gonna get it!" She thought to herself, only to feel Ash's fingers slip into her pussy.
"Hey, what are you doing back there?!" Bea demanded, incapable of turning her head to look.
"Just giving you our 'sensual massage' package." Ash grinned as his index and middle fingers began to trace around the lips of Bea's pussy.
"H-hey stop that..! I mean it!" Bea stammered, her face getting a bit red from the assault on her snatch.
"Such a tight body..! Bea, you should have come to let Master undo all this tension forever ago." Cynthia smiled, leaning over to meet Bea's gaze.
Suddenly, Bea felt a wet feeling in her cunt. A wriggling inside her that felt wrong, and yet felt amazing.
"Please don't tell me he's-" Bea asked Cynthia.
"Oh he is..!" Cynthia meowed, bitting her lower lip as she watched Ash go down on Bea's cunt, playing with her vulva with his tongue as his fingers continued to feel her pussy lips.
"This is so wrong! Stop it, please!" Bea pleaded, her pride breaking down to the point she was willingly to negotiate with her rapist, yet couldn't refute the fact she was kinda enjoying herself in the moment.
"Just relax and let him have control of you." Cynthia whispered into her ear. "Give him control and he'll give you pleasure beyond measure."
"Don't let them freak you out, Bea. Focus... it feels amazing, but you can't let them have control..." Bea thought to herself, the tanned teacher struggling to maintain focus as her carnal pleasures were being met by the first time in forever. "Don't let Master control you. Wait a minute, why did I just call him Master?! He's been calling me slave this whole time, why haven't I refuted that?! I'm not some sex slave...that he can use and abuse...give me pleasure...make me obey his every whim..."
Bea realized she was struggling to keep it together. She knew if she stayed long enough, she'd definitely lose what little pride she had left. As she thought to herself of ways to break free, she remembered something Ash said.
"Maybe if I pretend to be his sex slave, maybe all of this control he has over my body will disappear!" Bea theorized. "Yeah, maybe if I make myself be his dirty little cum dumpster-I mean pretend to be his dirty cum dumpster, then maybe Master will- I mean, maybe that pervert will let me go."
"Oh yes, Master! Keep raping your slave's tight cunt!" Bea moaned, a halfhearted ploy that was fueled by her own desires. "Please use my body however you wish!"
"Ash you wish...slave..!" Ash whispered into Bea's ear, his soft words filling her brain.
Suddenly, Bea felt Ash's pelvis smash into her ass, his rigid cock filling her pussy with girth and length. Squirming a bit from the pleasure, Bea noticed control was returning to her body. She remembered how she wanted to escape, to punch the daylight's out of the pervert having his way with her. But his soft touch, his honeyed words, and his magnificent shaft piercing her insides made Bea doubt herself.
"I wanna run... but so long as I'm pretending...at least I can lay back and enjoy myself now. After all, we're in the basement, there's no way we'll get caught down here. And besides, I'm only pretending to love Master's cock raping my cunt..." Bea thought to herself. "Am I pretending? Wait, that's not right, I came down here for this. I remember now, Master called me on the headphones. He wanted to use my body. Oh what am I doing..?"
As Bea regained control of her body, she threw Ash onto his back, her fist began to clench, but as she looked down at him, his smug smile etched on his face, Bea realized her place. She was a submissive sex toy. She was her Master's play thing, an ideal woman for him. He was his superior in every way. How could she strike such a handsome man? Her Owner?
With that, all of Bea's remaining, pitiful resistance and pride faded, her new subservient, loyal, and obedient sex toy programming, put in her head subconsciously by the headphones took over. Bea was now Ash's toy. Straddling her Master, Bea unclenched her fingers, now gently resting them on her Master's toned muscles.
"Thank you for putting this slave in her place, Master. I was a naughty, prideful, defiant woman. I know better now. Please, allow me to service you with by body as thanks." Bea smiled, her mind completely broken.
Bouncing up and down on her Master's cock, Bea moaned and exhaled as her insides were ravished by her Owner's mighty shaft. All that pride, all that defiance. All of that feeble resistance, gone. Bea was enjoying being subjected to facing being humiliated by her Master, and she loved every bit of her free will and pride as a woman stripped from her. All she craved now was her burning desire to serve and revere the teenager who broke her.
"See? Was that so hard?" Cynthia chuckled, taking Bea from behind, grasping the tanned woman's breasts, giving them a gentle massage.
"I was such a fool for thinking our Master was a monster. His desire to make me a sex slave has made me a better woman." Bea moaned, locking lips with Cynthia as she continued bouncing on her Master's cock. "Clever idea to stop me from moving until I realized that..!"
"Our Master has many means of breaking women like us. He just used a convenient one to make you conscious of your transformation into a sex slave. Making you a prisoner in your own body." Cynthia smiled, her tongue running up Bea's neck. "Our Master grows stronger with each slave he breaks and each new technology he possesses. Soon, he shall be the one running this school as a king."
"That sounds amazing..!" Bea exhaled blissfully as she felt Ash's fingers dig deep into her toned thighs.
"Fuck, I'm cumming!!" Ash grunted, releasing his seed into Bea's cunt, the broken teacher gasping in delight as her hole was filled with her Masters's warm cum.
Sitting back up on the massage table, Ash and Bea took a moment to catch their breath.
"Fuck, that felt good! I needed that..!" Bea smiled cutely as she ran her fingers through her hair.
Realizing just how far she went as a teacher, Bea couldn't help be smile, thinking of what she said earlier before she was broken.
"Were gonna be in so much trouble of Sycamore finds out were fucking one of our students." Bea chuckled, though hardly upset she had an affair with the teenager.
"That's why we won't let him find out, will we, slave?" Cynthia asked the martial arts teacher, gently grabbing her chin with her index and thumb to make eye contact with her. "We're his playthings, and so long as we keep out fun in this room or off campus, that moron will never fight out about Master's slave harem."
"Well, it's getting late, we should close up." Ash noticed the clock. "But you girls are dirty. Go and wash up with the others."
"Yes Master!" The teachers playfully obeyed, strutting over to the communal showers next door, their hands on each other's waists.
Entering the next room, Bea gasped at the sight. Tons of her fellow students and fellow teachers were all there, showering and playing with one another. Gloria and Shauna were sensually washing each other with a bar of soap. Nessa had Serena pinned to the wall, suckling on the teenager's firm tits as Serena's fingers explored the ebony woman's wet cunt. Bonnie and Nemona were laying on the shower floor, the two locked in a sixty nine position, eating each other out. Kahili was put into a soggy style position on the floor, with Astrid happily fucking the teacher's ass hole with a double sided dildo.
Bea smiled as Lillie approached her homeroom teacher, a seductive wiggle to her hips. Wrapping her arms around Bea's shoulders, the blonde teen planted a kiss right on Bea's mouth.
"So what do you think? Did you like your trip to the spa?" Lillie hummed, her eyes listing toward's Bea's breasts.
Smiling back at her student, Bea playfully pushed Lillie over to join the others, giving her a playful spank on the ass as she did.
"You can count on me coming back, that's for damn sure!" The tanned teacher chuckled, letting Lillie guide her by the hand into the shower to eat her Master's seed out of her cunt.
As moans filled the communal shower, both teachers and students indulging in their carnal desires and wishe to satisfy their Master, Ash continued getting dressed back in the main room, humming to himself with arrogant satisfaction. He had claimed yet another slave, and a once proud teacher, at that. Ash knew there were plenty more to come, pondering who he would claim next.
Suddenly, a thought came to mind. That reporter he met on the street a while back had sent him multiple texts over the course of the last week, desperate to get a good interview. Ash knew the woman showed interested in him, despite him being a teenager. Hoping to use that to his advantage, Ash began to hatch a plan that would soon mean he would acquire another slave in the immediate future. Grabbing his phone, Ash texted Perrin.
"Hey, still wanted that interview? How about tomorrow?"